They only said that he was dead they broke his heart he fell apartBut now you pray and every dayYou smash his faceTo keep your paceSee the hockey stickSmash the little prickTeach him just whyHis kind have to dieWhen were youSold?Now you areOld?I wishYou'd leaveHeartOn your sleeveLike a paintingBy VettrianoMekano Amuses your sortIn your medieval fortLittle boysPlaying with mortal toys

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